Patrick, Patrick, Patrick!
I think we should keep our voices down!
We might start an avalanche!
- What? - I said,
I think we should keep our voices down!
In case of avalanches!
What should we keep down?
Morons.
Our voices!
Will you two shut up!
[screaming]
[crying]
[screaming]
[crying]
SpongeBob?
[screaming]
[crying]
Hold me!
Hang in there, buddy! The chopper's on the way.
SpongeBob, my legs are frozen solid.
You'll have to cut them off with a saw!
No, Patrick, I can't do that.
- Why not? - Because I
already cut off my own arms.
No!
What the--
How are you two making that noise?
Ha ha ha ha! What noise, Squidward?
I could only hear the sound of our laughter.
Yes, but those sound effects, the avalanche,
- the-the-the-- - don't forget
the second avalanche.
Forget it.
I don't know why I'm wasting my time out here
when I could be watching
my brand new television!
[whirring]
Attention, climbers!
Please hold on!
The saws are on the way!
- Yay! - We're gonna make it!
- Woo! - Ah-ha!
How are you doing that?
First, we establish a base camp at 15,000 feet.
The noises! How are you two making those noises?
Well, that's easy. All you need is a box.
And... imagination.
Are you trying to say I have no imagination?
I have more imagination
in one tentacle than you two have in your whole bodies!
That's good.
Now all you need is a box.
I'll show them.
There's gotta be one in here.
This hatbox should do nicely.
Why haven't I worn this yet?
[squeaking]
[ticking]
[grunting]
[police siren blaring]
Attention, we have you surrounded!
Come out with your hands up!
What do they want with me?
What did I do?
Obviously I've violated some new box kicking law.
Look, officers, everything's OK!
I won't do it again!
You'll never take me alive, coppers!
No, Johnny, don't do it!
[police siren blaring]
[grunting]
[police siren blaring]
Whoopee! Another box!
[police siren blaring]
I gotta try to relax.
Perhaps I can drown out their childish games with a little TV.
It is here that the boxes reach their final stage of assembly.
The equation is illustrated here by this bo.
I couldn't afford a present ths year, so I got you this box.
That's what I got you!
Isn't there anything on there isn't about boxes?
And welcome back to Championship Boxing.
I guess this is okay.
I mean, it's not really about boxes.
[thudding]
I give up.
Three, two, one, blast off!
[rumbling]
How are they doing that?
That was the most realistic space launch I have ever heard!
There must be an explanation.
Think, Squidward, think!
[giggling]
Shh!
[rumbling]
Squidward's such a jerk.
[laughing]
Laugh at me, will they?
Alright, where is it?
- Here I am! - Where's what, Squidward?
Don't "Where's what, Squidward?" me!
Where is the tape recorder?
We don't have a tape recorder, Squidward.
Don't "We don't have a tape recorder, Squidward." me!
But we don't!
We have a tape recorder box.
Alright, make way you two, I'm coming in.
Welcome aboard, Squidward!
You've just set sail on the SS... Imagination
where our only destination is fantastic adventure!
Where do you wanna go first?
No, no. Don't mind me. I'm just here to observe.
But Squidward, don't you see?
Waiting and watching? That's not what the box is about.
It's about... imagination!
Alright, fine!
Take me to Robot Pirate Island!
I wanna arm-wrestle with cowboys on the moon!
Just do it so I can get back and watch TV!
OK, Squidward!
Robot Pirate Island it is!
Beep-beep-beep.
Arrgh.
Boop-boop-boo-boop.
- Ahoy, matey! - Beep-beep.
For that you'll walk the plank!